It just sneaks up on you when you’re not expecting it
Lately I’ve had to tell my story to a few people, my “whole” story
And that always opens up some wounds
They heal up pretty easily, however
My grief is my own grief
I’m convinced it’s different for everyone
I don’t mind talking about her, ever
I mind, however, people thinking they can’t talk about her to me
You can
I also mind people thinking their way of grieving is the same as mine
It’s not
It doesn’t necessarily upset me, I just don’t want to hear your opinion of your grief
I grieve my way, and that’s what works for me
Today, however grief struck me from one of my kids
I’m not exactly certain how the topic came up
It was early morning, while we were getting ready for our first soccer game of the day
I mentioned meeting someone (theoretically) and getting married one day
He said in these exact words, “I don’t want a new mom that I have to kiss”
And his eyes began to water, his face was sad, it was real emotion
Wow!
So we talked a bit about it
He also said, “I want our family to stay how it is”
And that he of course wished that Cari was here
This didn’t open any of my wounds
But it showed to me that their grief is real, it’s raw, and it’s definitely alive and present in them
Life 🙁 Sigh….
I love them so much
Otherwise …
He learned to tie his shoes, and how to tie a square knot
She decided to play the cello in the orchestra
And picture day was this week. So CUTE!
